Random musing on the Vale of the White Horse (Occupied North Berkshire)

Sunday, 8 September 2013

Uffington

Uffington

Tonight we feel the muffled peal
Hang on the village like a pall;
It overwhelms the towering elms -
That death-reminding dying fall
The very sky no longer high
Comes down with the reach of all.
Imprisoned in a cage of sound
Even the trivial seems profound